I had a strange dream that I was cast as the lead in an indie film being shot somewhere in Montana. I flew into a small local airport where the producer (who also seemed to be my agent) met me with my trailer (literally a boxy, plyboard trailer hooked onto the back of his pick-up truck and outfitted like a summer camp bunk) and drove me off to the location. It was several hours away on a down-and-out ranch run by a middle-aged widow (whom I didn’t see in the dream) and her son and daughter (each of whom made an appearance … and were sexually suggestive with me).
Never got around to what the movie actually was, though I was clearly ME and more than a little uncertain about being a leading man for a feature film of any sort. I was clearly not entirely thrilled with the script, though no real details about it were mentioned in the dream.
I woke up just about the time I was trying to decide which uncomfortable bed I was going to sleep in, and thinking about the fact that I hadn’t brought any ranch-appropriate shoes to wear. My thought seemed to be that they’d have something for me in wardrobe … but the reality seemed to be that “wardrobe” was whatever I had in my suitcase (which wasn’t much).
Wonder if I’ll dream about being on set tonight?